Free Forbidden Dance: Will She Forgo Her Marriage for a Lifetime of Happiness? by Stella Eromonsere-Ajanaku

query her.
    “Alero, did you invite another man into your bed?”
    “Yes, I slept with him. We’re in a relationship.”
    Kyle’s hands tightened around her waistline and she screamed.
    “You’re hurting me, Kyle. Take off your hands. I didn’t hurt you when you said you had sex with four other women. Get out of my house,” she yelled. Disgust soaked each word.
    He loosened his hold, but he caressed her neck and covered her lips with his mouth. He ground her mouth with force until she opened up. She felt moisture falling to her cheeks and she realized they were both crying.

Twelve
     
    Twenty-four hours later, Kyle was back under Alero’s roof. After she kicked him out last night, he left in a huff.
    “I’ll be back,” he promised with tears dropping from his eyes.
    She ate a light meal and slept. For all that she held dear, she wanted a good head to decide her future.
    Zane rang her mobile phone first thing this morning, and she had a tough time explaining the situation to him. He was worried and wanted to come over. She pacified him, but insisted he give her time to sort things out with Kyle. If Zane showed up, both men would hurt each other. She didn’t want murder on her list of sins.
    Although, Kyle was a no-good cheat of a husband, she secretly held a torch for him. Dumb idea, yes, but who can understand matters of the heart? It was probably the reason she did not file for divorce. A tiny part of her heart hoped he would come to his senses someday. But why in the Lord’s name did she not explain her situation with Kyle to her lover? She was in a pot hole. The truth was, she did not want to lose Zane, the only man who treated her right. What if Kyle had never shown up? She would have lost Zane for a man she could not have.
    Throughout the day, Kyle looked as if he was in a daze. The fact she admitted she found another man desirable seemed to have hurt his ego and ended his hope for a reunion. Too bad. She had lived with the knowledge he preferred other women for years. Two can play the game.
    The greatest surprise of all was the fact she still had feelings for him. It just ruined her cosy new-found life.
    “Do you intend to stay here?” she asked her husband after dinner. “I have come to treasure my freedom and I have a business to run. Go back to your fancy hotel.” His eyes narrowed. She could hear his head thinking, what good can come out of a dumb model?
    “What business are you running here?”
    She grinned, almost sneering. “I established a nail studio and a beauty salon. I rake in good profits and I’m pretty content.”
    Kyle gulped his coffee. “I’m pleased you’re doing something you enjoy. Can I come for an extensive beauty treatment tomorrow? I could use a good massage.”
    Alero jumped off her seat. “You can’t just come here and act as if everything is normal.” Besides, she didn’t fancy introducing Kyle to her workers first thing on Monday morning.
    “I haven’t said all is well with us. We have lost our way, like so many other couples but I’m willing to find my way back to you, and to your heart, if you’ll let me. Tomorrow, all I need is a massage and a little pampering.”
    Her chest tightened and she wheezed. She went to stand by the window and breathed out noisily. “I have a new life here in Casablanca, Kyle. It is so different from what I had in London. I never want to go back to that way of life. The path to my heart is blocked.”
    Kyle perched on the dining table, his bulging arms folded over his shirtless chest. He had taken off his button less shirt. He flexed his shoulders and watched her reaction from across the room.
    Her eyes raked his chest, his nipples, the stunning hard stomach wall she loved so much, and the thin hairline that disappeared into his trousers. She turned away and dragged in air.
    “I need a massage, Alero. Would you be kind enough to relieve the ache in my muscles?” His question was so provocative, heat suffused her neck.
    “Kyle,